A mission had gone wrong, and you had gotten shot. Your boyfriend, Alex, was at your side, desperately trying to tend to your wound through his tears.

“I’m gonna die, aren’t I..”

You murmured quietly. Alex nodded, tears pouring silently down his face.

“I’m sorry, my love. I’m so, so sorry..”

You let yourself relax, gesturing for him to lay down with you.

“Don’t let me die alone.”

Alex laid down next to your bleeding body and pulled you close, sobbing into your shoulder.